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Stories Collection

- And take it hide it now for when we most need
The one improbable vague hope that fre...
- Abstract
Objective To investigate how the prenatal diagnosis of a sex chromosome an...
- SHARON MARCUS, Apartment Stories: City and Home in Nineteenth-Century Paris and Londo...
- APART from kilted singer Harry Lauder, how many Scottish music hall turns could you n...
- A list of mortgages filed with the Oklahoma County Clerk's office is published daily ...
- A list of mortgages filed with the Oklahoma County Clerk's office is published daily ...
- A list of Warranty Deeds filed with the Oklahoma County Clerk's office is published d...
- A list of mortgages filed with the Oklahoma County Clerk's office is published daily ...
- A list of Warranty Deeds filed with the Oklahoma County Clerk's office is published d...
- But the empty moment threatens to be every moment. "The fact is," Pascal wrote, "that...
- A great part of the appeal of Eastern thought is the prospect of the realization of t...
- Not that anyone intentionally disregards the good. Among spiritual atheists can be de...
- Enlightenment, in a way that cannot be repressed (nor perhaps should it be), comes to...
- Yet the impossibility of a way does nothing to diminish the necessity of a way, since...
- Why?
Consider this troubling quotation from a talk of Jiddhu Krishnamurti:
Meditati...
- And Siddhartha said with a smile: "I do not know. I have never been a drinker. But th...
- Yet if so, the actual value of meditation will far more often consist in beautifying ...
- Shin'ichi Hisamatsu: That is correct.
Bernard Phillips: And if you do not follow any...
- The negation of all human and divine resources, and the consequent necessity to crush...
- In a 1958 conversation with Paul Tillich, Hisamatsu observes that the reason most peo...
- U. G. Krishnamurti [the "other" Krishnamurti] explains in the most detail:
There is ...
- 9. Meditation as not being able to evade the problem, even through meditation
How to...
- . . . How does one get into-or actualize oneself as-the koan or problem? Well, you ke...
- The "method," insofar as one can speak of method, consists simply in not running from...
- The fourth possibility-to deny the existence of the negation-is no longer available t...
- The spiritual quest either culminates in liberation or continues on as the struggle f...
- For the negating power, uncrushed, reasserts itself, however many of the manifest for...
- 13. Shattering the impasse
I once said to DeMartino: "Hisamatsu says 'all routes mus...
- DeMartino once said the greatest sentence he ever wrote was: "It is not that the ego ...
- Endless bouts, between the counterforce of brightness-pleasure-calm-energy and the he...
- ... It was in addition the rohatsu sesshin [meditation retreat], the most demanding o...
- Eternal Life * Absolute Existence * Absolute Value
The poem Hisamatsu composed on hi...
- Even before I attained kensh?? [awakening; literally, seeing one's (true) nature], I ...
- It is said that Plotinus experienced the ecstasy of "One" four times in his life. But...
- As is maintained by the expression, "One cutting cuts all things; one attainment is t...
- Stephen Jourdain, ex-real estate agent, owner of a bed and breakfast in Corsica, in h...
- While alive be a dead man ?
thoroughly dead
then, do as you will
all will be well7...
- I met Hisamatsu once in my life-he was eightyeight; I've never seen anyone so delight...
- 4. Pascal, Pens?©es, number 136.
5. Pascal, Pens?©es, number 137.
6. Pascal, Pens?©...
- 29. U. G. Krishnamurti, The Mystique of Enlightenment, ed. Rodney Arms (Boulder: Sent...
- 42. DeMartino, "The Human Situation and Zen Buddhism" (revised version), in Buddhist ...
- 62. Hisamatsu reading from his autobiographical account in "Sh??zan-Roshi and Contemp...
- Copyright World Poetry, Incorporated Jul/Aug 2006
Provided by ProQuest Information an...
- New Genres
1
A witness claims to have seen a spirit. From this premise,
a ragged b...
- I.
In the nursing home in Iowa, where
he had-against the odds-stayed
demonstrative...
- IN MY LAST COLUMN (MARCH/APRIL 2006), in exploring the complicated interactions of wi...
- Now in the suburbs and the falling light
I followed him, and now down sandy road
Wh...
- MY MIND, ANCIENT COMPUTER, STEERS my pen in a quirky, or dodgy description of my stud...
- ONE OF THE MANY MEASURES OF AMBITION in poetry is the extension of the medium. One th...
- for Rachel Jacoff
ONE OP THE GREATEST RESOURCES OF world poetry is a kind of poem th...
- DEAR EDITORS,
Although Dana Levin assembles most of the data she needs to prove othe...
- I sat in different places with different winds:
at the top of the drive where the blu...
- The slight scrape and click as her coffee cup's
set on the counter suggests tumblers ...
- Satyr Song
When I was a child, I moved my pillow to a different part of the bed each ...
- "It is terrible, but not very terrible."
-Ursula LeGuin
To leave your only child wait...
- When I sit down to dinner, that wife of mine she comes and stands beside me and she s...
- The bunting of the side stage curls up just as
Cassandra's throne is torn apart like ...
- A Column
I.
WELDON KEES (1914-1955) WAS NEARLY a teenager living in Nebraska when Fra...
- On the verandah, fat Scotch in hand, trying not to make sense of another day in Nadav...
- She asked me to go out into the hallway.
I went out into the hallway.
She asked me to...
- I'd forgotten how fast it happens, the blush of fear
and the feeling of helpless infa...
- She said she could not
Love him because
He was ever upon the gad.
Copyright World P...
- SARAH KANNING: You've been at work on a new collection of poems. Is it too early to t...
- Looking at a cow one morning last month,
I wondered if the congregation of flies
on t...
- When the bones of my arm were emptied I began
to hover, a man becoming his own kite.
...
- More than thirty years ago and financed on half a shoestring, Sam Hamill co-founded C...
- That tree was a teacher, whatever the weather
everyday birds, hawks, and osprey neste...
- In the Studio
FOR SOME TIME I'VE HAD A FANTASY ABOUT having a studio in which to purs...
- For years I lived in a kind
Of wistful song world where
One foot was always out
The d...
- The flock of pigeons rises over the roof,
and just beyond them, the shimmering asphal...
- When they say it's not about the money, it's about the money.
-Anon.
By the turn of t...
- Great-Uncle Eddie
Came to see us in the country.
Eddie looked exactly
Like Fred Astai...
- Twenty-three years I've lived with the skulls.
I met them in Sfakion, Elvis Costello
...
- My former father-in-law Frank
Was getting his third star as a General
And the rest of...
- I'm alone on my porch which is alone
on the mountain which is alone in the sky.
All t...
- There are principles I would die for,
but not to worship this God or that. To live
I'...
- Language was not my servant
the day I slapped my mother
back, she had me up against
a...
- "She came to me with two day lilies which she put in a sort of childlike way into my ...
- ... she became famous for her wit, her brains and her ugliness.
Simple and frugal in ...
- Because he would not abandon the flock for a lost sheep
after the others had bedded d...
- This morning
when the chill that rises up from the ground is warmed,
the snow is melt...
- It's my last day on earth and a guy in a white coat I hope to Christ is really a doct...
- We beg differently in Bombay than New York.
I sense there's no link, between days, be...
- "I want a hero: an uncommon want..."
-Byron, Don Juan
A Common Satyr and poet, I want...
- A Column
THIS IS THE SECOND OF A THREE-PART column that explores the relationship bet...
- It comes on.
Comes on with the word,
A doctor's word,
The doctor saying cancer.
"But ...
- She liked to get high and go away.
She liked to get very high and go
Very far away. S...
- In a Woody Alien film
A physicist
Played by Jack Warden
Says to Sam Waterston,
Both o...
- A scent rather quietly loves the library. Readers look up: a life of paper inside the...
- Was she drunk? She didn't seem drunk, had only
staggered a little, stumbling over the...
- It has been a nice vacation
In New York City,
Sitting in the bathroom, with two
Silen...
- Someone is always dying of cancer,
Someone is always reading The New York Times.
Afte...
- It's the aftermath of surrender:
after the wound big as the sky.
All the sentries bow...
- 1
The only thing that was is gone, as blood is gone,
as spit gone from the tongue, fr...
- An aura survives the discipline of a flower, goes back to the fertile Tree, knowing y...
- Adrift on his back in the tub, the boy detects
the tip of his pre-pubescent prick as ...
- In the end
There will be no witnesses,
As far as we know.
But there are no guarantees...
- There are so many types of "personal" in poetry. The "I" is the thread, of course, is...
- APz A Column
"It's not possible to be sated with the world. I'm still insatiable," he...
- Red-eyed men and harridans-Cain and his brood
trudge across the desert waste, lugging...
- In December nineteen ninety-nine
we stood on the rim of a snow-white
crater. Who's th...
- My father first threw me across water,
an infant, pinned to a javelin. In the warrior...
- The apricot light of dying day,
Pungent and bitter
under a pale day-moon.
The sun set...
- TO THE EDITORS,
Dear Editors,
I would like to point out a mistake that was printed in...
- The last time I saw him awake and talking
I tricked my aging father.
He was on a Jewi...
- APr In the Studio
I SOMETIMES THINK THE STORY OF DANA?‹ IS about money. Father ineptl...
- "There are blows in life, so powerful . . . I don't know!"
-C?©sar Vallejo, trans. Cl...
- Then Jane says: there is an invisible thread between
Our hearts that can never be bro...
- JAMES WRIGHT
A Special APr Supplement
An Introduction to Twelve Letters by James Wrig...
- The city will appear before you
as otherworldly, inviting only
to those who suffer. T...
- to Isaiah
As light stripes a tree-trunk, heat streams through the ashes, steam puffs
...
- All night the sound had
come back again,
and again falls
this quiet, persistent rain....
- The sisters are wailing, quite beside themselves with something new.
The pale Christ,...
- They are swelling
by leaps and bounds, the ranks of the dead
Peter the tailor, and Mr...
- AN INTERIOR SILENCE PUNCTUATED BY BIRDcalls or by a dog clicking from carpet to carpe...
- The heart will never stop protesting against the rain.
Lovers will never stop complai...
- She says she wants to leave except her bones
are dissolving in her back so she can't
...
- Having dined at the ferry, I crossed the river into Georgia . . .
-William Bartram
Th...
- Like a vulture to a graveyard.
Like a Brueghel to a red or a Guernica to a black or a...
- When I hear that God is the same as existence,
I fall silent, but I keep turning my e...
- My soul is a mind and a meander, a Mrs. Luxe.
Little Spartan boy, release the animal ...
- Those were
the two
deepest
byes
I ever
heard
we practically
barked.
Thanks for
the ph...
- (from The Decalogue, VII)
Late September and the sun
slouches against the house like ...
- My trees are gone yellow to the East.
That's wrong.
That's the afterlife,
Or Argicida...
- The water is taller than itself,
Covering spirits of the air beneath.
And so the land...
- Most of what happens to them doesn't take up space
but is a kind of music that can be...
- The Walgravian ancestors step inside Trinity Church.
The tenors, the horns, the sopra...
- "It was now late; Goethe gave me his dear hand, and I departed."
-Johann Peter Eckerm...
- The young are troubled bearing their sexual freight: its unwieldy weightiness charges...
- Yep. Romanticism's usually OK,
though it shows up at parties too early,
hogs the cana...
- The candles are forgetting how
to light the holes in our bodies.
Still, they dine on ...
- Gear-grinding, sure, but the woman asleep in 4F
sees the monster spawned by her boss'...
- In the alleys below her heart,
a drain, as if inside there's
a city, blood gathering
...
- THE IDEA OF "THE REAL" HAS ALWAYS HAD an allure for Americans. "Get real," we sayand ...
- Even in juiciest REM sleep
the sailors don't dare let go.
They hear the great yawn
th...
- I know what's going to happen
to those two plastic produce bags of crushed ice
I perc...
- "Heaven walks among us ordinarily muffled."
-Emerson
Heaven's muffled, but children a...
- The coordinates of this position might be ill defined, its fragility or strength unas...
- I stared at the ruin, the powder of the dead
now beneath ground, a crowd
assembled an...
- father to son
The pain makes me tired,
as if I could fight it,
as if I can't not figh...
- for PML
"Hi Sweetie. Coming home,"
was the last message she left
on your home phone,
...
- C?‰SAR VALLEJO'S FIRST BOOK, LOS HERALDOS NEGROS (The Black Heralds, 1918), marks the...
- Fat black bumblebees fucking in our yard
orgiastic they knot up, five or six
like a b...
- (from The Decalogue, Vl)
August, heat a shroud
over the city, the ring
of ozone like ...
- THIS IS THE FIKST OF A THREE-PART COLUMN that will explore the relationship between p...
- I am eating the wing of a honeybee, my tepid life is a glass of tea.
Remember the sou...
- The donkey has led us through so many cultures!
Virgin after virgin has been born! Fr...
- Above birch trees, the wires make the same
hum my legs make crossed over
one another,...
- It's strange how sometimes you wake up in the middle of the night
Fast asleep someone...
- "All these things the creator told me in Alabama," Sun Ra
Mariposa, what a clean word...
- translated from the German by Jack Hirschman
Let the night alone speak before the eye...
- My father stands in a wheatfield
with his back to me. He's intent on distance
and the...
- Nostalgia for automats
Nostalgia for feelings we never had
The feelings of Kitty Foyl...
- QUINCYTROUPE HAS BEEN FEATURED ON two PBS television series on poetry. In 1991, he re...
- FICTION WRITERS ON POETRY
ABOUT TWENTY-FIVE YEARS AGO, I DREAMED I was a poet. I reme...
- In the Studio
ONCE I LIVED IN RURAL NEW YORK IN A farmhouse built in 1842 with two Fr...
- My mind is not quiet.
I do not think of you dead.
Many who read
this do not know
you....
- LOUISE BOGAN WAS, ACCORDING TO THE English poet W. H. Auden, one of "only four Americ...
- the world is boring
I'm sorry you had to see it
a lousy place
lonely as a toilet in t...
- To lay your head on a pillow
And fall asleep on that pillow
And asleep to dream
Of st...
- having pondered a limit
the prophet stretches out
and strokes himself
the body wants ...
- for Ren?© Crevel
I went down a strange street
where blonde kids pissed on their swadd...
- I desire that the water lose its river-bed.
I desire that the wind lose its valleys.
...
- Here is a sponge filled with wine
And here you are seated upon it.
Pick up your penci...
- Chicago
The els sound like donut batter
dropped into oil
In the prairie there's a cow...
- I have lost myself in the sea many times
with my ear full of fresh-cut flowers,
with ...
- A Column
KNOCK KNOCK II. KNOCK KNOCK: THE Sequel. Son of Knock Knock. Knock Knock Cli...
- I shall never reach Danville, Ohio,
Danville distant and lonely.
Black car, small moo...
- at some point
everyone loses count
do not be afraid
of the escape of the cows
not one...
- Through a golden window
Apple and pineapple enter
Insect and fish
Bird and shadow
Don...
- On the branches of a laurel tree
I saw two dark doves.
One was the sun.
the other the...
- I rub my walls down. You rub your walls down.
The old stains come clean.
You're sore,...
- The old back for more
the young their first time
Trees grow high as the moon
Age like...
- I want to sleep the dream of apples,
to remove myself from the tumult of cemeteries.
...
- Where rue de la Verrerie
meets rue St-Martin
Was a shop that sold molasses
One April ...
- New York's dawn has
four columns of mud
and a hurricane of black doves
that splash in...
- to Eug??ne and Lucienne de Kermadec
my tomb my pretty tomb
will have glossy paint
wit...
- Peace comes after the war.
Not before-we didn't know there was peace.
We weren't sure...
- To see you naked is to recall the Earth.
The Earth, smooth, without horses.
The Earth...
- If, like the winds on the face of a compass
There is meaning to space and time,
If th...
- To THE EDITORS,
I appreciated John Yau's article about Bruce Connor for the way it of...
- Coming down hillsides in spring
At the time of day when dew glistens on the spiderweb...
- Be quiet-a shadow is singing.
A shadow on a yellow wall
is singing about time,
and a ...
- It was my ancient voice
unaware of dense bitter juices
Licking my feet
under the dren...
- FORCE-MARCHED BY THE NAZIS RETREATing from the concentration camp at Floha, arriving ...
- No time alone sun rain
Can't talk, can't see out,
can't even see to any depth down!
W...
- In the Studio
IN THE PHOTOGRAPH I'M sitting in the center of the room, at a table pil...
- unconditional galaxies,
look at me look at me! faraway
animal made out of dots
up in ...
- Whenever there is water
someone is drowning
-Robert BIy
Friends, consider that we hav...
- Scraps of hard feelings
left on the floor
winter material
But out the window
sun on t...
- Postcard from the Trembly Bird
I do not want the ham I want to be heard
I want the wo...
- Mattress on the floor
My protectors blue
Mary and little Buddha
two incense sticks
st...
- You didn't know what the hands
that held your hands would do
to me, my mother, and si...
- I needed a friend but
I was in the other room
-not just the other room,
another frame...
- I drive by this part of the island
where dead cars marry beach
grass and washtub hand...
- Your granddaughter's sorrows, no.
My sorrows,
your end of life sorrows, no.
I couldn'...
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